Category Archives: Inspiration

Uriel

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It fell in the ancient periods 
  Which the brooding soul surveys, 
Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself 
  Into calendar months and days.

This was the lapse of Uriel, 
Which in Paradise befell. 
Once, among the Pleiads walking, 
Sayd overheard the young gods talking; 
And the treason, too long pent, 
To his ears was evident. 
The young deities discuss’d 
Laws of form, and metre just, 
Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams, 
What subsisteth, and what seems. 
One, with low tones that decide, 
And doubt and reverend use defied, 
With a look that solved the sphere, 
And stirr’d the devils everywhere, 
Gave his sentiment divine 
Against the being of a line.
“Line in nature is not found; 
Unit and universe are round; In vain produced, all rays return; 
Evil will bless, and ice will burn.” 
As Uriel spoke with piercing eye, 

A shudder ran around the sky; 

The stern old war-gods shook their heads; 
The seraphs frown’d from myrtle-beds; 
Seem’d to the holy festival 
The rash word boded ill to all; 
The balance-beam of Fate was bent; 
The bounds of good and ill were rent; 
Strong Hades could not keep his own, 
But all slid to confusion.

A sad self-knowledge withering fell 
On the beauty of Uriel; 
In heaven once eminent, the god 
Withdrew that hour into his cloud; 
Whether doom’d to long gyration
In the sea of generation, 
Or by knowledge grown too bright 
To hit the nerve of feebler sight. 
Straightway a forgetting wind 
Stole over the celestial kind, 
And their lips the secret kept, 
If in ashes the fire-seed slept. 
But, now and then, truth-speaking things 
Shamed the angels’ veiling wings; 
And, shrilling from the solar course, 
Or from fruit of chemic force, 
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water, 
Or out of the good of evil born, 
Came Uriel’s voice of cherub scorn, 
And a blush tinged the upper sky, 
And the gods shook, they knew not why. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

1846


A poem for my friend…

my angelarchangel_uriel

Kiss of the Muse

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kissOfTheMuse  Painting by Paul Cezanne

Plato’s “Phaedrus” Socrates explains the power of the Muses:

« Come, O ye Muses, melodious, as ye are called, whether you have received this name from the character of your strains, or because the Melians are a musical race, help, O help me in the tale which my good friend here desires me to rehearse, in order that his friend whom he always deemed wise may seem to him to be wiser than ever. »

Further on in “Phaedrus”, Socrates describes how the Muses give “an inspired madness which was a noble thing”:

« The third kind is the madness of those who are possessed by the Muses; which taking hold of a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyrical and all other numbers; with these adorning the myriad actions of ancient heroes for the instruction of posterity. »

Socrates goes on to say that the man « who, having no touch of the Muses’ madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks that he will get into the temple by the help of art–he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man disappears and is nowhere when he enters into rivalry with the madman. »

 

 

 

 

 

A letter to my angel

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Sad Angel

Dearest angel, why are you sad? Does it pain you as it pains me… how does the hole which throbs beat with nothing to fill its atriums. How does the case which houses the soul have shadows in corners with no walls for the shadow cast? How can it be that we pass through each other and feel, yet not see the beauty of thy reflection? How?

Dearest Soul, the other part of my being… do not feel as I do this moment. Do not yearn and question that which is not meant to be heard… For to know and not remember is more painful than the void which lay in its place… did you choose this, my soul… did you live this, my angel? did you place us here next to this eternity… did you plan this journey for us to be together and not speak… not touch… What say you to my call. What say you to my query… 

I can feel this moment clearly… when you think and make me hear. I can feel this moment when I wake from my slumber, the trance which makes me know… I can feel this moment as the others I have felt… and yet with this moment is another end… another beginning… another cycle. 

My angel, my soul… one as we may be… as it was intended to be… be with me. Please.

With Love and Light…

Intelligence?

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To question life…search for answers…is this what it means to be intelligent life?
Do we assign the term intelligent to what we have here? If someone were to come and tell you the truth, that what you see is not real, would you believe them? Would you need to see the truth in order to believe?

This is faith. One day long ago there was a time when people only had faith and that was enough. One day long ago people had each other and that was enough. What happened to that day, that time? What happened to society that would lead for the need to question and not believe in the possibilities. Personally ( as you may have known), I am all about the questions…the ones that need no answers. The questions that resinate in the Soul.

Deep down we need no truths…they are deep within…that is why the “unknown” does not paralyze us with fear. Think about what is out there and add in the certainty. 

Reassured?

There are some who live with this certainty… must be freedom.

Readers, writers, artists and angels

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Quick, or not so quick side note… I always respond to comments… if someone feels drawn to answer my words… I feel drawn to answer theirs… I must admit, I fell behind. I sat here this morning (now afternoon) and was blown away. I sat here and responded to the beautiful words left here on my pages I felt humbled… 

 

My readers are so incredible that  their words and thoughts outshine my own… In retrospect all who visit I feel are blessings to me… I feel through and through their words are drawn up for me to listen to and in turn show guidance to all who choose to listen… I am so blessed… I feel honored… I have finished responding to all the wisdom and am saturated with love and light… I feel as if I am on a cloud… I have had this silly smile plastered on my face… blessings to all my brilliant readers and friends here… 

 

Please take time to read through some of my brilliant readers comments… for now I shall share a few readers with you and send blessings their way…

 

Karen at morning joy… she has a beautiful spirit… her comments are full of light and peace

Kaosar (Raatkiranii) amazing how even a name can hold power… her words wether here or her pages are simply pure and beautiful…

benafia powerful understanding… words which make you stop and think… I am often amazed at how much one can see. How often I find myself thinking about the words left behind by benafia…

J  He has insight and power in him words… I am blessed to know him 🙂

Cyrus A beautiful soul… his words are always  full of light, love, knowledge… and most of all heart and soul… love the energy!!

Rainer We have read each others work for quite some time… I am always humbled by his presence and thoughts when he enters my world and when I enter his… truly brilliant energy and light… thank you for your comments of light

MySoul Sometimes I feel as if it is my soul when I read her comments… and her beautiful poems and thoughts in her world… thank you My Soul for showing yourself to me

Gypsy What can I say? Kindred… so much love and light it is blinding! Her words resonate on another level… her art work is meant for the eyes of the soul… I am blessed for the wisdom she leaves for me…

JAlan When left behind his words can bring about another era of knowledge… I am blessed… and the art images on his sight are of another world as well… another time and another world… perhaps another space is next

Fibi Pure soul and pure intentions are behind her words… something delicate and full of light

Zenuria her words are heard when most needed and vice versa… we have shared many insights and I am blessed to have her knowledge imprinted on my soul

Neilina A blessing when I receive her knowledge… so pure and vivid… a true blessing… makes me smile 🙂

Cordie Incredible is not the right word… her voice, when heard in reply to mine is like a chorus of angels 😉 singing… thank you Cordie for blessing me with your knowledge

Mental Mist  there is something which radiates from her words… an energy which I am so pleased she blesses me with… blessings to her for her words

Goldenferi hmmm… words spoken from a voice which holds intentions pure… I have read her words and have known her in beautiful spirit for some time now… I am blessed to here her voice

Anjolie Beautiful love and light in her words… a blessing to hear them here and at her pages

~M What can I say… heart and soul in words… a true blessing to know the spirit behind ~M

Spaz When she needs me I am there, and vice versa… we read each others words and they resonate… with each moment and letter I am blessed to receive

Surface Earth A true inspiration… her eyes see more than the mind can read… when she shares her insights here I am more than  blessed, I am enlightened 

Mossy If ever I have a chance to show gratitude and awe it is in the insight spoken here by his words… truly blessed by the speeches of the heart… for the heart may speak here for eternity with an eternal gratitude

Mark I have read his pages for over 2 years… to think of the wisdom his has shared with the world … it is mind blowing… insightful and brilliant… when he speaks his thoughts on my pages I am often shown a new light… a new world

My dearest Sorrow… How could I not… I miss your sweet voice with its profound wisdom… come back!

Wow… amazing… I can not say thank you enough for the insight, knowledge and beautiful energy shared here and across this world… blessings of light and love… and thank you for inspiring me more than you can ever truly understand

Only Questions

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I sit and ponder my journals for hours. Trying to make sense of the senseless questioning. That is what I do. I question. I question and turn the words into poetry (if I’m lucky), sometimes an essay (if it makes sense),and sometimes nothing at all (commonly). Simply words.

 Tonight is different. My journal is making me confused. I sit here unable to focus. There is a sense of sadness, melancholia, for nothing more than waiting. Waiting for the answers to the questions.  And then the thought emerges, “perhaps my answers are answered”. Did I think out loud? I suppose I did. 

Perhaps my answers are answered, I am simply unaware of the truth, or the answers to my queries. It seems I drift to a place in my mind where the line is blurred between reality and imagination. This place we all know… it is the place from which our dreams come and then go… We watch the dreams pass by, forgetting before the meaning has a chance to resonate. 

The answers are there… 

 

The shadow of awareness divided…

 

“why do I love?”

“why do I hate?” 

“what is the meaning of all which comes my way?”

“what is the reason to my questioning?”

“why be awake to a life with little to no meaning?”

Why indeed… 

What good comes from questioning? Existence. For what have you if not the questions? It is indeed fun, the thoughts which arise are important. They cause so much in the way of life, yet they leave you wanting, waiting, for a glimpse behind the shadow of awareness.

 

I have always been a believer, “a knower”. I know what I know… it has been a journey through and through. Be it God. Be it faith. Be it Life, Reason, Truth. It is my truth. It is… and I know.  I know the purpose is to question. Ask and keep asking…and then there are times when I stop, I stop and think and question some more…

 

“why are there only questions?”

 

This time spent questioning has filled my mind with memories. I remember the first time I thought about God. I remember when I was aware of life and death. I remember thinking about my Soul. My life. My philosophies. As all these things began to formulate into my beliefs… into who I am. I remember. I am happy to remember. To be able to think and question with no answers. To believe in who I am and all the crazy things I believe are real… I am happy. 

 

“why are there only questions?”

That’s why 🙂

Those Places

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My mind goes back.

Memory pays respect to those places

My heart goes back.

Melancholy carries on to those places

My soul speaks in tongues .

They open the gateways of shadow to those places

 

Kneeling

Before them in those places

They speak so clear

So clear I can hear

I can understand

I can understand their foreign tongue

In their foreign land

The land for which I long

The land from which I belong

 

My words do not come forward for I can not speak

I visit those places

The places from which we come

I wish to be home

My heart

My soul

MySelf

I

I shall say farewell to those places again

For now

But not for long